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Checks and Balances

by Wendi // January 27, 2014

If you’re a close follower of my life, as I assume everyone must be because, hello, I’m nothing short of fascinating, you of course know that this is the time of year I lovingly refer to as “f-cking allergy season.” The thousands of male cedar trees in Austin are literally exploding with pollen right now. Ex. Ploding. Seriously, it’s like they’re all being shipped off to a foreign war and only have 24 hours to hook up with the cute female cedar tree they met at the USO dance so they can have one last night of youthful pleasure, mmmmmmmm.

It’s possible that I don’t really understand Botany. #treesex

But you know what? That doesn’t matter because the point is that I’m on a shit ton of allergy medication right now and have a pretty nice buzz going on, so I think I understand it. Similar to how I thought I understood what I was being taught in “Physics of Sound 305” in college until my professor gave me a D for answering the test question, “How is sound transmitted?” with “By putting a George Michael tape in the tape player and pushing ‘Play,’ you idiot.” Luckily my A+ in “Film Pratfalls 201” kept my GPA up that semester or I would have lost my athletic scholarship. (Note: Wendi did not have an athletic scholarship.)

Which brings us to checks. Does it bring us to checks? I don’t know, but my super high blood-Benadryl-content says “yes,” so let’s roll with it.

Some of you may remember how I pissed off my husband a while ago by accidentally ordering checks that said “Livin’ Large and Takin’ Charge” on the signature line. I loved those checks. (And before you leave comments calling me an old loser for still writing checks, yes, I know what online bill paying is and I use it regularly. However, because I’m not allowed to pay things like my property taxes with a garbage bag full of pennies and/or live chickens, I still have checks.)

Now, unfortunately, I used up all of those fabulous checks, so I had to order new ones. And this time, I had something funny put on them intentionally because A) My husband hates it and B) I want something to make me laugh when I’m paying bills and sinking into a depression because I won’t be able to retire until the year 3000 with what we owe the propane company. So here are my new checks:

check

That’s right, it’s a naked man in a barrel. Timeless. And:

check2

“I Brake For Garage Sales.” Of course it’s completely stupid, but every time I look at it, I get the giggles because it’s just random and weird and makes me think of the time my husband flung open the garage door and yelled, “No early birds! No early birds! Read the sign on the telephone pole! We’re not open yet! We’re still pricing the cans of expired cat food!” to the truck full of men who showed up at 5 a.m. to one of our yard sales. (Not to be confused with the yard sale where he sold a stack of pictures of me in junior high for a dollar to a strange older man in overalls who called himself “a collector of oddities.”)

Speaking of oddities, my friend Laurie showed me this picture last night and it’s probably the best thing I’ve seen in years. Barry Manilow, Marilyn Manson and some poor chick who’s really regretting answering Marilyn’s ad on Craigslist that said, “Escort Needed for Night Out: Must Love Goths.” I hope she at least got a nice meal out of it. (Update: I hear that’s actually Lana Del Rey, so she probably doesn’t get dates from Craigslist.)

Be9AtywCEAAGAVS

“Oh, Marilyn, you came and you gave without taking, but I—what the hell, man, did you just get your pancake make-up on my shoulder pad?”

Achoo.

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Comments

  1. qwertygirl says:
    January 27, 2014 at 11:50 am

    NOW I see why my husband won’t let me order the checks. Although I can’t say that these would be any worse than what he ordered. I don’t even want to think about what the school secretary says to the other teachers when my kids take in the check for lunch money and it has a picture of the Mystery Machine on it.

  2. Stephanie says:
    January 27, 2014 at 11:56 am

    Toy Story. Ours are Toy Story. They should be arriving any day now. Nothing says ‘We’ve Given Up’ more than some Toy Story checks.

  3. The mama bird diaries says:
    January 27, 2014 at 12:55 pm

    For a second, I thought you actually only put your husband’s first name on the check to mess with him.

  4. Anne Parris says:
    January 27, 2014 at 12:55 pm

    Can’t wait to re-order my checks now. (We pay for the kids’ lessons with checks. Also, whatever random stuff neighbor kids sell door to door. Mmm, cookies.)

    I have two teen daughters so I know that the woman with Baralyn is Lana Del Rey. If my 13-year-old plays “Summertime Sadness” one more time I’m going full Joan Crawford.

  5. The mama bird diaries says:
    January 27, 2014 at 12:56 pm

    Oh and this post is hilarious

  6. Laurie says:
    January 27, 2014 at 12:57 pm

    Your analogy for what the trees are doing is so much nicer than what I said when I looked at my black car COVERED in pollen. I may or may not have loudly called the dust something you first learn about in health class.

  7. Liz @ PeaceLoveGuac says:
    January 27, 2014 at 1:06 pm

    I am picturing a dirty old man with a Wendi shrine in his basement. Not creepy at all.

  8. Tracey says:
    January 27, 2014 at 1:08 pm

    I think that is Lana Del Rey who I totes love cause she’s dramatic and took her stage name from the Marina Del Rey sign.

  9. Heather says:
    January 27, 2014 at 1:19 pm

    Please tell me you will go to a garage sale just to use one of those checks.

    #treesex

    ha ha haaaaa

  10. When I Blink (MLP) says:
    January 27, 2014 at 2:16 pm

    A) I can’t believe Texas allergy season is the middle of winter. That sucks.

    B) You are so obviously high as a kite, and I love it.

    C) You gotta hand it to Marilyn Manson for commitment. I mean, he really sticks with his look.

  11. Leigh Ann says:
    January 27, 2014 at 2:26 pm

    I feel the need to apologize to anyone I attempted to speak to on Saturday. I mean, surely I was so high that I dreamed Lauren was impersonating Snookie?

  12. Rikki says:
    January 27, 2014 at 3:43 pm

    You probably can’t pay your property taxes with pennies because of the man who paid his in Dallas with a wheelbarrow full of pennies. Covered with honey.

    You can’t do that anymore, either. At least in Dallas.

  13. Tinne from Tantrums and Tomatoes says:
    January 28, 2014 at 6:32 am

    What is a check?
    No really…

  14. Jenn @ Something Clever 2.0 says:
    January 28, 2014 at 8:49 am

    Those checks are AMAZING.

  15. Nancy Davis Kho says:
    January 28, 2014 at 3:04 pm

    If this is what being hopped up on Benadryl produces from your pen, then I say drink up. The Barry non sequitur at the end was perfect.

  16. julie gardner says:
    January 30, 2014 at 8:52 am

    I’m pretty sure that’s a picture of Barry, Marilyn and Lana warming up before last year’s big USO dance.

    Wonder how many trees got laid THAT night?

  17. Ursula says:
    January 30, 2014 at 5:18 pm

    You are so fricking hilarious. I am so glad I came across your piece on HuffPo about Hipsters & being 40. Hilarious. You are a truly talented writer.

    On a side note, I had no idea you could configure checks like that. I am totally doing that when my current stash runs out.

  18. Triplezmom says:
    February 5, 2014 at 9:54 am

    This idea makes me so happy. Now what kind of checks would most likely horrify my kids’ school? Those are the ones I’m getting next time, no question.

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